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About Utrecht

Now, I ain’t judgin – get yo coins, boo! But lordy, some of these gals got stories wilder than a hog in a peach orchard. Heard tell of one escort in Nawlins, back in the 90s, who only took clients if they brung her a po’boy sandwich first. Shrimp, fried crispy! That’s the kinda sass I live for, halleluyer! Made me happy as a pig in mud – who knew a sandwich’d get ya laid?

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This. Just browse, find a nice girl, text them and ask if they’re willing to meet you and they can probably receive you at their place.

But then, I get a text from my sister. She’s like, “Hey, can you pick up some groceries?” I’m like, “Seriously? Right now?” But I can’t say no. So, I head to the Albert Heijn on de Laan van de Vrede. I’m in the store, and it’s packed. I’m dodging carts like I’m in some kind of grocery obstacle course. I grab some bread, milk, and whatever else I can find.

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